Cass narrowed his eyes at Rin.
"Why… and how exactly do you know that, huh?"
Rin looked at him like he'd just asked whether water was wet.
"You're acting like you don't know about…" He trailed off mid-sentence, then snapped his fingers as if remembering something. "Oh—right. Memory loss."
Cass just nodded, relieved. At least he wouldn't have to explain himself to Rin all over again.
"Well, yunno how Damien is like… a special student from the Divine Realms in this school, right?" Rin asked.
Cass nodded again, pretending he knew what Rin was talking about even though he didn't.
"So," Rin continued, "he's basically gracing this school with his presence. That means he comes and goes whenever he wants. Last time he left was, like, two months ago. Some students said they overheard the Dean talking about him returning very soon with so much joy too. That's how the rumour, or rather, the info started."
Cass nodded slowly. Oh… so just hearsay.
It wasn't like they'd outright confirmed it. Someone that important might not even bother about setting his foot in this academy again. Maybe Damien had been on a mission, achieved it, and decided never to return. And if he didn't return, that meant one thing for Cass: Peace. Peaceful, blissful life.
The thought sparked a flicker of false hope in Cass's chest.
He, Cass could finally live in this damn novel in peace.
But peace was a short-lived dream.
Two days later, freshly discharged from the infirmary and still barely able to stand without feeling like his bones might snap, Cass was dragging himself down the Academy halls. His body screamed for rest, but classes were non-negotiable. Not that he even knew his way around—but he was figuring it out.
It was going well… until the sudden, desperate urge to pee ambushed him out of nowhere.
Abandoning his original route, Cass began the urgent hunt for a restroom. When he finally found one, he slipped into a cubicle without hesitation.
When he was done and ready to leave, muffled murmurs and footsteps echoed closer. The door opened.
Several boys entered, oblivious to his presence. Their voices carried easily over the tiled walls.
"Did you hear? Cass got ambushed."
A snicker followed.
"Serves him right. The whore couldn't keep his damn hole shut."
"I'm just glad Damien's coming back. He'll hear the rumours and finally put that Omega in his place."
"Seriously. Sleeping around with other Alphas while being involved with Damien? Shameless."
Their laughter was sharp, cutting into the silence.
"Forget Damien," another voice chimed in. "I'm happier about the ambush. I didn't just hear about it—I was part of it. Beat the 'untouchable Cass' until he could barely breathe."
They erupted into howls of laughter.
Cass, who had originally planned to wait them out crumbled instantly as he froze at that sentence.
So… this is the bastard who's responsible for me being in this weak, half-dead state?
He couldn't fight back now. Not yet. But he had to know who it was, he had to burn that face into his mind for the day he was fit enough to take his revenge.
So he did what no one would have expected.
The cubicle door creaked open, and Cass stepped out calmly. He walked over to the basin, turned on the faucet, and began washing his hands.
The boys stared at him in absolute horror, all colour draining from their faces.
Cass sighed. They can talk about me behind my back, but not to my face? Scumbags. Cowards.
He took his time, giving each face a slow, deliberate look, watching them flinch under his gaze. After mentally imprinting them, he turned toward the mirror. The reflection staring back at him was infuriatingly attractive. Dark, glossy hair falling in soft layers, sharp brows framing eyes with a natural tilt that gave him an alluring, almost dangerous charm. His skin was smooth, his features perfectly balanced between soft Omega beauty and striking masculine edges.
Damn. Even he had to admit, this body was handsome as hell. Handsome enough to make enemies without saying a word.
After fixing his appearance with deliberate calm, Cass left the restroom without a backward glance, leaving behind a group of pale, trembling boys who already dreaded the consequences of their mistake.
By some miracle, Cass made it to class on time.
Sliding into a seat in the far back. Out of the spotlight, or so he hoped, he kept his head down. But it was useless. Whether it was his annoyingly perfect face or the trail of rumours and scandals clinging to his name, people kept sneaking glances his way.
He ignored them, focusing instead on the lesson.
Today, the lecture was led by three Alphas. They spoke about awakening, how some students had already awakened their powers, while others were still waiting for the moment. The awakening process, the different classifications of strength, the role of each class, The Alphas explained classifications, affinities, and how awakened abilities defined one's standing. it was all important, but Cass barely heard half of it.
For some reason, throughout the entire lesson, Cass could feel one Alpha's gaze lingering on him
Not just lingering—the guy's gaze was suggestive, heavy, like he was stripping Cass bare in his head. From the moment the lesson began, those eyes had been glued to him. That bastard hadn't looked away once.
Cass clenched his jaw and brushed it off, forcing himself to endure until the end despite his body's relentless protests.
When the lesson finally ended, that same bastard of an Alpha suggested a "fun" little adventure."
"We're doing dungeon runs," he announced. "Groups of five. No more than that. Each group will enter a low-level dungeon, retrieve the target item, and make it back before nightfall."
He explained it clearly it was a dungeon run. Groups of no more than five would enter, clear obstacles, and retrieve a specific core or artifact. It was meant to be both training and bonding, but everyone knew dungeons were unpredictable.
The other Alphas seemed excited. The students buzzed with chatter, already forming teams.
Cass sighed. Perfect. Exactly what his exhausted, half-dead body didn't need' running around a dangerous dungeon. He didn't want to do anything. Heck, he barely had the energy to stand. But refusing wasn't an option. If he had to go,then fine, he'd pick a group with Betas or Omegas there was no way he was spending hours in a confined space with Alphas and their overpowering pheromones and libido.
He scanned the room, searching for his safest option—
when the worst possible thing happened.
The very same Alpha who had been staring at him all lesson smirked and said loud enough for the whole group to hear:
"Oi, Cass. You're with us."
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